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WORDS ARE SPIRITS

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Reads 285
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Parts 13
Time 46m

What happens when life changes from sweeeeet to bitter???
When home becomes hell and life becomes so unbearable? 

Life was full of love, happiness,  laughter and   we were so happy......  (Daddy, mommy and I). Going back to school was always exciting for me because mom and dad made sure I was provided with everything and said the best things to me. Every word that came out from  their mouths were blessings and words of encouragement which made me stand out in my education.... 


Not up until dad left us and left  mommy and I broken. Mom changed from sweet to bitter and home became hell. I was about going to uppersixth when this happened. Mom became something else. Said the worst things and every blessing she used to say while I was leaving for school became a curse. 


What do you think happens to me?? 
Let's find out together.All Rights Reserved

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